The wind lapped our faces as we stumbled down an uprising to the sand below. We dug our bare feet into the sediment, racing to defeat one another at an invisible finish line marked on the shore, where crashing water splashed us with the carefree exuberance of an ancient friend, one that had been waiting us longer than anything else in the world. It was the ocean; an eternal womb of procreation, a chasm that spawned the surge of evolution, sprouting all of life’s divergent branches, accumulating each phylum’s peculiarities, observing our journeys through the annals of history, watching as we die and awaiting our return through each successive reincarnation, from the first formations of paramecium to the more advanced mammals now roaming the land above it. The ocean resembles opportunity, escape, and transformative power. As a network of water reaching across the planet, it cleanses the Earth of its impurities, connecting us all in a web of communion. Through maritime travel, we extend the present from the past every time a new sea is reached, and it greets us with swarming hugs from the waves that crash upon its beaches, kindling in us the love we felt after it birthed us, and the admiration of its perennial patience.
Even though I’d always been afraid of that abyss of mysteries, this was a time when the joy of my family vacated from me any threat or doubt, instead drenching my heart in its contagious remedy, causing joyful springs of lovely abandon to reverberate through the cliffs of the seascape. It allowed me to temporarily forget the pangs of pre-adolescent confusion, tossing me back into the blithe moments of childhood like a penny belonging to a peddler, once hefted, flipped, and considered upon- comfortable in his palm- before being catapulted into the fountain before him. My brother and I challenged the waves with our mother watching, going out a little farther each time we withstood one that had successfully knocked us down, daring each of them to carry us out into the ocean. The overwhelming force of the water would swallow us and, luckily, spit us back out onto the shore instead of drowning us a foolish death. With the taste of salt stinging our mouths, the sound of gulls cawing from above, the delight of our mother clapping and singing along to the rhythm of the tide- laughing at us every time we fell, laughing lavishly, laughing to the rhythm- the smell of seaweed that seemed to personalize the ocean with a familiar odor, the rising evaporation on the horizon shrouding us in harmony, and the sensation of everything in the universe witnessing our excursion, came together in unison to inject me with the thrall of enchantment. As one particular wave came in, I gesticulated in delight- part ravishment, part apprehension- to the rising foam of a liquid beauty that had escaped from the clutches of a ocean, the biggest one we’d seen all afternoon. And in that moment of fractured reality, I became disengaged, drawn to the sideways parabola of the wave, which, to my obliterated senses, began transforming into strands of human hair that curled upwards into an aqueous face animated with joy. The sanctity of the moment was radiant in its eyes: two sparkling irises in front of a crystalline pattern of light that was showered by the sun’s penetration on the ocean surface beyond. As the wave fell upon me, a mermaid of love outstretched her arms from above the crest, causing my own arms to reach high into the air in imitation for the embrace of the breaker, which had miraculously incarnated into a liquefied version of my mother.
The wave knocked me backwards and the fruits of sanity returned to my head. I came to my senses, got up from the sand, and saw that my brother had been pushed even farther back than I had. But he wasn’t hurt; he had that wide-eyed rapture in his eyes, that invigorated joy I can remember so well. He was exceptionally happy, and so was I; so were we together- all three of us- content for the first time in months, charmed by the solitude of my mother’s favorite place, the chiming seashore.
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